The last thing Braeden needs is to be trapped alone with Athena, his former lover and current nemesis, but when instincts lead him to save her life, that's exactly where he ends up. Landing in an alternate universe with one sexy witch, it isn't long before he's recalling steamy nights and the wrap of Athena's long, golden limbs around his body.
As a powerful wizard, he has no business loving Athena, especially since his family, the strongest guild of wizards, have fought Athena's coven for centuries. Being alone with her now is going to wreak havoc on his self-control, since sex with Athena is the best he's ever had and he can't seem to keep his hands off her.
Along with fighting an evil they never expected, Athena and Braeden futilely attempt to fight their banked passion. Soon, hot sex, dangerous battles and exploding desire turn their world upside down and leave them questioning their decision to part ways.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Breaking the Spell by Rachel Carrington
Braeden gave her a long, dispassionate look. "Fear is not an emotion I have ever subscribed to, but I do not intend to waste the remainder of this day fighting cavemen."
"Why didn't you just disintegrate them?" She couldn't keep the irritation from her voice. If she'd had her magic... She let the thought trail off. No need wishing for what she didn't have.
Braeden took two steps away from her, stopped and spun around. "Because I do not kill for the sake of killing."
Athena saw the disgust in his eyes and knew his thoughts were centered on her, the life she'd chosen to lead. Pride made her defend herself. "You don't know enough about me to judge, Braeden."
"I know more about you than any other man."
She tossed her hair over her shoulders and swept past him. "You know what I've allowed you to know." His hand closed around her upper arm, and in the next instant she was in his arms, pressed against his unyielding muscles. Her heart slammed against her breast bone, beating in perfect rhythm with his. She raised her head and read the flash of heat in his eyes. Licking her lips, she waited for him to respond to her statement, but instead he lowered his head and captured her lips.
He'd kissed her before but this was different. Perhaps because their roles had changed. She'd always led herself to believe that she held the upper hand. She'd seduced him, convinced him to fall beneath the spell of desire. But now, with her magic gone, she had no trump card, and as his lips moved against hers, her soul broke free from the chains of darkness and tentatively reached for his.
Then it was over and Braeden set her aside without a word or another look. He walked ahead of her and, several seconds later, after Athena recovered her breath, she followed him.
"What was that all about?" she called after him.
"What was what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Braeden. What was that kiss all about?"
He stayed a few steps ahead of her. "The opportunity was there. I kissed you. It doesn't require analysis."
Athena couldn't read him anymore and it was that knowledge that fueled her anger. "Well, the next time you see the opportunity, let it go. I'm not interested in any further physical contact with you."
Braeden snorted a response.
She took a few steps forward in an attempt to catch up with him. "What does that mean?"
He did turn around then, and what Athena saw on his face made her heart skip. She couldn't quite discern if it was passion or fury, but either way, the emotion was strong. "Don't fool yourself, Athena. Your body still responds to mine, and if I wanted to take you right now, you wouldn't offer anything more than a token resistance."
He held up one hand. "And if you try to convince yourself you only slept with me because you knew you could remain in control, well let's just say now's the time to see if you were right." His long strides increased, putting more distance between them. "You've always been more than willing to offer up a piece of ass to get your way."
The harsh words stung but pride demanded she not show the pain. "Fuck you," she called to his back, but the words didn't have quite the punch she needed. Her desire to strike back at him wasn't as strong as her desire to erase the look she'd seen in his eyes. Had it been disgust?
He stopped and turned, facing her with a gleam in those glowing orbs. "Is that an invitation? Because I can assure you, Athena, I am more than capable of accepting." He began walking toward her and a thrill of anticipation raced down her spine.
Maybe it hadn't been disgust she'd seen in his eyes. Was his anger merely a front to hide his true feelings? Surely at one time he'd had feelings for her. She couldn't have been mistaken about that, could she?
Stopping inches away from her, Braeden tipped his head to one side. "So what are you going to do now?"
"What do you expect me to do? Run?"
"No. You won't run." He snagged his hand in her hair and tugged with just enough pressure to make her eyes widen. "You want to be fucked as much as I want to fuck you."
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue while liquid rushed to soak her panties. Biting back a moan, she tried to think of something to say, some witty response, but it was too late. Braeden had already taken her silence as acceptance.
His hands fisted in her hair, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, drawing Braeden's eyes first and then his lips. His hands slipping to her arms, he gently caressed her skin through the thin shirt she wore, soaking the material with his mouth. Her nipples puckered and he took that as an invitation, closing his mouth around each one in turn.
Athena whimpered and held his head steady while he tugged on each taut tip, drawing her soul out of her body. She wanted the shirt gone, needed to feel the touch of his tongue to those hardened peaks.
She ripped her blouse away, tossing it to the ground in an angry fling of her wrist. Her bra went next, the catches snapping with her frustration.
Braeden watched her rapid striptease, his eyes glowing, lips curled upward in a seductive smile. Athena dropped her gaze to the prominent bulge in his pants and gave him a come-hither look.
His hands came up first, cupping her breasts, testing their weight while his thumbs flicked each nipple. She closed her eyes, lost in the swell of feeling. She remembered this too well, this drowning sensation each time Braeden touched her.
He took his time, sliding his hands up and down her body, over each curve until Athena writhed in his arms. His shirt chafed her breasts and his cock pushed against her thigh with bold intention.
Unable to resist the temptation, she cupped him, curling her fingers around his length. Braeden jerked and caught her wrist. "Not yet, baby. I want to take my time with you." He lifted her hair away from her neck and licked the spot behind her ear.
Athena jumped and moaned. Dear God, he must remember how his touch.